Though there are days when I hate my curls (which turn into a big frizzy mess if I so much break into a sweat), it’s going to be a while until I go back to sporting straight hair, for two reasons: 1) I refuse to subject my stressed tresses to the whole rebonding process, and 2) I’ve had a handful of friends tell me that my disastrous brown curls suit me better than the straight and black hair I was born with.
Unfortunately, the current state of my hair makes for unbearably ugly bad hair days. The top half of my head is poofy and wavy while the lower half has limp, dry curls. I obviously need to sit my ass on a salon chair and have a stylist work his fairy magic on me. This time around, I shall come prepared and have an actual look to reference to. With the help of Anne, I have decided on this particular style.
A question, though: is that an actual perm or just a curling iron?
I’m not entirely sure if I’ll copy the side bangs, too. I’m a bit iffy about getting bangs again because the last time I had them, a gay friend thought I was hideous (that was the exact word he used). I don’t have the forehead nor the face for it, anyway.
Sadly, this isn’t a priority right now and I’ll probably have to wait until next month ’til I can get my hair done. My goals for August is to finally open a passbook savings account and try not to spend all my money on silly purchases*. I also promised my mom a new pair of eyeglasses.
(Okay, so that’s a lie. Heh.)
*My God, I want those boots so bad and I would have gotten them, had they not been red. I want a gray pair, like Serena Van Der Woodsen’s.